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Bad Seed

Routier pauvre et chantant"Are you ready to go?Just keep yourself strong," I saidTo the grotto and stonethe gardens and the thorns of a monasteryAnd the minute she arrived,they knew they'd have to bury a bad seed

But she's here, and she triesBut she's here, don't go. Let go.Don't let go, she could be anywhereLike a clouded sky, she's almost everywhereYou can't the holy out of the waterAnd she knew right then she could be anywhereand here.

Routier pauvre et chantantAnd there she concedesin the gardens and the thorns of a monasterydirt in her finger nails, dig a little hole for a bad seedAnd the minute it was buried,she knew she'd lost a friend and a sister

She was ready to gofrom the grotto and the stone of the monetaryAll the life she could tastefrom the gardens and the thorns of a bad seed